I love watching Batman and justice league cartoons because you get to see how much of a dork Bruce Wayne actually is

Like

•he whines at Alfred when he has to go on a television interview (“do I have to Alfred?”)
•he gets super pouty when his car gets totally wrecked and then he gets super excited when he builds a new one and takes it for a joy ride
•try’s way too hard at making super lame jokes
•his favorite icE CREAM IS CHOCOLATE THATS SUPER CUTE OKAY
•pulled the lamest of lame jokes on Alfred on April fools day
•when Dick says he wants his super hero name to be Robin and Bruce is just “…like the bird?”
•does all these super over the top jumps and kicks just because he fucking can
•just stands off in the distance doing his “hmmmmm” thing
•he’s constantly showing his kids off and joking around with them and is super proud of them and he’s actually a good dad
•bRoke INTO THE FUCKING WATCHTOWER DATA BASE AND CALMLY STARTED WORKING WHILE THE LEAGUE STARED ON IN HORROR
•Bruce will never get out of his costume unless Alfred makes him
•he’s super dramatic when he puts the costume on–so much so that he fucking hurt himself when putting on a glove
•does this huge dramatic reveal of the leagues identities to flash and has this stupid gay dopey smile when he does it
•gets super flustered around the girl he likes and the kids make fun of him. Constantly
•tore up someone’s basement and told them to have a nice day and then just fucking left
•he just goes off into these rants and monologues
•he probably tears across buildings and rooms in a full on naruto run just so he can be gone by the time the person he’s talking to turns around
•tells a raccoon it has a nice mask Jesus Christ
•gets doused with joker gas and has pretty nice laugh actually–but he laughs at everything and Alfred is just “go lay the fuck down”
•he probably scopes out the building with the perfect lighting and wind speed so his cape can blow dramatically in the wind
•Batman: he’s not one for much conversation
Robin: like you can talk
•he puts headphones in and listens to hard rock music at classical concerts like a dick
•diVES IN FRONT OF HIS BATLINGS WHEN EVER THEYRE IN TROUBLE HES SUCH A GOOD DAD OKAY
•he just glares until he gets his way
•stayed kidnapped for a whole two days for the dramatics of it
•everything he does is for the dramatic aesthetic and Alfred always calls him out (“aesthetic or death Alfred!” *cue dramatic cape flip*)

Candles lit around you two in the dark room, as the scent of sweet lavender lingers in the air. You kiss Harry’s jawline as his hands rest on your bum, giving it a good squeeze when you get to the sweet spot right under his ear, blowing some cooling air on the wet mark.

He tries and lifts you up a bit, just so he can kiss your chest, wrap his lips around your nipple and suckle the sensitive nubbin. Your back arches when he flicks his tongue, making you push yourself more against his cock. He moans against your skin, his eyes closed and his wet curls combed back by his fingers.

You grind your hips slowly against his shaft, earning an angelic whimper from his perfectly o-shaped lips as his lashes flutter. You look at him, and you can see the pain his eyes trying so gard to keep his dark eyes locked with yours.

“What baby? What do you want?” you ask him, adding more pressure to your grinds this time. Harry’s breath hitches and he whimpers again, his legs slightly trembling under you.

“Plea-.. please ride me. Please baby.”

You take hold of his hard shaft and settle it to your entrance. Just to tease him, you only take in his red sensitive tip. Then you slowly start to sink down on him, his hips shifting under you, and he starts panting.

“Like this baby? Does it feel good?” You coo at him, and he bites his bottom lip between his teeth, nodding quickly.

“Uh-huh.”

You take Harry’s hands and guide them to take hold of your hips. As you start to get into a good rhythm, Harry’s veins and ridges massaging your wet walls, making you cleanch around him, his grip on your hips tightens and he’s trying to gently thrust up into you.

When Felix says he was somewhere on holidays with his parents he means that they actually were spending time together.
When his classmates say they were somewhere with their parents they mean the servants were spending time with them meanwhile parents were minding their own business.
This leads to some misunderstanding when they are comparing expirences.

“Different how?” he says between hot, open-mouthed kisses which were trailing down to your collar bone.

“Do you wanna sub?” you ask biting your lip. You’ve been wanting to try being in control for a while but you’ve only just worked up the courage to ask. You and your boyfriend had an incredibly understanding relationship but you still couldn’t help thinking that Connor might find it a turn off, when, in fact, the very opposite was true.

His face lights up and his swollen lips form a perfect smile.

“Well, fine, just this once” he laughs, secretly finding the prospect of you taking control to be super hot.

Yuuri wishes he could say that this is the first time the elevator has broken down with them inside of it.

He wishes.

“Hi, Valentina,” Viktor says into the emergency speaker. “It’s Viktor Nikiforov-Katsuki again.” Yuuri sighs and slides down the wall, draws up his knees and wedges his water bottle between them. It’s always in the morning, too. Not at night, when they’re getting back from practice and don’t have anywhere to be. No, it’s always as they’re coming in from a morning jog, or walking Makkachin. It’s always an interruption.

“Maybe we should just start taking the stairs,” Yuuri mutters, after Valentina has informed them that, once again, it will be an hour or so before the electrician arrives to rescue them. “It’s only ten stories. That’s not so bad, right?”

“Tell that to my knees,” Viktor mutters, like someone’s grandfather and not like a man who only just turned thirty. Yuuri knows where he’s coming from, though. Half a decade of quadruple flips does a number on the joints, and Viktor is somewhat famous for the knee injury he recovered from while still in the junior division.

Among all the other things Viktor is famous for, Yuuri supposes.

“So,” Yuuri says slowly after a moment. “Are we going to play that game where we pretend we’re not going to fuck in this elevator, or can I just take my pants off now? Just to save time?”

“No, you can–taking your pants off is good. That would be good.” Viktor completely negates this statement by not even giving Yuuri a chance to do so. He pulls him into his lap, instead, and unbuttons his pants far enough to stick ins hand in. Yuuri lets the oddest sound pass through his lips.

“Cold hands,” Yuuri hisses.

“Sorry,” Viktor whispers, and moves his lips along Yuuri’s neck.

Yuuri sincerely hopes that this doesn’t keep happening, because he literally cannot be the reason Russia’s Living Legend gets hard every time he takes an elevator ride.

Alec has been on night patrolling duties and he comes home one night. He’s totally drained and there’s still adrenaline in his system. He decides to drink a little out of the blue. One glass very quickly become two, which only results to becoming three and Alec feels unusually active.

Magnus comes into their living room saying something about ‘doing something interesting’ and before he knows it he’s pushed on the hot pink couch.

3. So Magnus is caught off guard but Alec is grinning widely and yup he’s definitely drunk. He goes over to the stereo and turns it on.

An upbeat song starts to play and Alec starts moving his body to the beat. And not like awkward swaying, no he’s full on dancing. Hips, arms, legs everything is moving in a steady rhythm and okay Magnus is very aroused and what has gotten into his Nephilim? He’s also very proud at how smooth Alec’s moves are, he has been giving him some dancing lessons.

All of a sudden Alec climbs on Magnus’s lap and grinds down. He does it teasingly slow and Magnus is moaning which causes Alec to speed up his grinding to a rhythm bone tingling rhythm. Magnus realizes, when he’s able to form coherent thoughts, that he’s grinding to the beat.

Alec finds himself uncontrollably leaning dow to bite Magnus’s earlobe, his eyes fixated on Magnus’ squirming body. Alec kiss the skin and then begins singing the chorus softly into his ear.

All of a sudden Alec starts leaves kisses along Magnus’ jaw, on his chin and he hovers just over Magnus’s lips teasingly, while practically purring the lyrics into his ear, his breath hot and full of peppermint; His eyes are on Magnus the whole time.

‘One love, two mouths

One love, one house

No shirt, no blouse…’

And Magnus is cursing and 'Fuck Alec, what’s gotten into you? Not that I’m complaining, darling. Ah…’

At the same time Alec has his hand’s under Magnus’s shirt, trailing his waist, up his stomach, his chest, till his hands finds Magnus’s nipples.

Alec then kisses down his chest with chapped lips after taking his shirt off eagerly; a few rough rides against his thigh, and his lips finds magnus’s nipples easily. He swirls his tongue Over it whilst humming the tune seductively and Magnus feels the vibrations right down to his core.

Magnus is a fucking mess and he groans trying to ease his desire to just take him there but then; but alec pushes him down hard and rides his thigh again and fucking sings the chorus once more, his lips are now atttached to magnus’s bottom lip as he attempts to undo the warlock’s jeans. Magnus gasps in surprise. Alec takes Magnus’s bottom lip between his teeth, tugs at it and slowly lets it go, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

Alec finally crouches down, tugs Magnus’s zipper down with his teeth and then proceeds to blow him

And okay the blowing is to the beat (this sounds weird but shhh)

Magnus is a writhing mess and when he’s over the edge he cries out Alec’s name.

Then Magnus takes his revenge. He gets up, grabs his very sexy shadowhunter boyfriend and pushed him into the sofa.

And then proceeds to ride him.

(Yes we shall be in a hole that I dug where you can find us. See if you can figure out the song)

The fic take place after Rick leave Daryl at the Kingdom (episode 9 season 7)

Warning: SMUT, SMUT, SMUT and fluff (Actually I wanted it to be just a fluffy fanfiction but I couldn’t help to write a little bit of smut)

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO, SORRY FOR EVENTUAL GRAMMATICAL ERRORS.

“Daryl
you’ll stay here”

Daryl
look at Rick with wide eyes.

Rick
put an hand on his shoulder: “we’ll comeback, besides, (Y/n) will stay
here with you so you could really enjoy the Kingdom” Rick continues with a
wink.

Daryl
turns his head to me while I take his hand: “yep, you’ll not get rid of me
easly” I said smiling.

He smile back at me, then we turn to see our
family walk away from the Kingdom.

I
could see that Daryl wasn’t too fond of this decision I look at him: hey,
haven’t you listen to Rick? They’ll be back. They know that you can fight but
for now, you are a target so you need to stay hidden".
————————————————————————— ——————————————————-

There
wasn’t much to do here, so, after dinner, we both head to take a shower and
rest.

I laying down on the bed, the only thing that
cover my body is a big towel.

I
could hear Daryl shower in the other room, and while I wait for him, I start
thinking at all the days spent without him.

When Negan took him away from us, every day
was hell for me.

I couldn’t do anything, I hardly eat and
sleep, the only thing I could do was thinking about all the things Negan was
doing to him.

Then, after Negan’s first visit, after I saw
him being taken away again I really went crazy, and, while I was tidying up the
mess in our house (thank you Saviours, really) , I stumbled into one of Daryl
shirts. In that moment I had a really bad mental breakdown, I cry and screamed
while I hugged his shirt, thinking that I would never see him again.

My
thoughts are interrupted by Daryl entering the room, his hair are wet and the
only thing covering him is a towel that hung from his hips.

I couldn’t help but notice that, in addition
to the scars on his back, there are other dark bruises.

I can feel my eyes get teary so I hugged him
from behind: “What did they do to you?” I whisper.

Daryl
didn’t answer, he just relax into my arms.

How
could people hurt him like that? He deserve nothing but love.

With
this thought in mind I start to lay little kisses along the scars on his back.

I can feel him get stiff at that:“(Y/n)
what are you doin’?”

I detach from his back just for give him an
answer: “I’m loving you… all of you”.

With
that said, I peck the bruise on his shoulder and turn him around so I could lay
him on the bed.

I
settle myself on him and start to kiss the scar on his shoulder left by a
bullet, a gift from Dwight.

While I start a trail of kisses from his shoulder
down his chest, he start to massage my scalp.

After sometime spent worshipping his chest, I
go down and finally reach his waist.

While
I start to pull away his towel, I could see the outline of his erection.

Daryl
lift his head: “ (Y/n)…are you sure?”

Smiling
I answer: “Of course, you went through a lot, let me take care of
you”.

Finally
I take his erection in my hands and after pumping it a little, I take him in my
mouth.

I hope you all have a great day today. Here are some tips from me cause these things make me happy.

Pet a dog
Smile
Tell someone you love them
Eat a good sandwich
DRINK WATER
Treat yourself
Make a new friend
Wink at a cat
Get a popsicle
Stretch
Eat an apple
Hang out with friends
Or stay home and take time for yourself
Look up a picture of a lizard (they cute)
Tell someone you appreciate them
SIT UP STRAIGHT
Go outside, hear the birds
Make yourself some iced tea
Eat a fruit
Eat a vegetable
Laugh
Tell a joke
Message someone you havent talked to in a while
Sniff a flower (careful with bees tho)
If you see a bee in the flower, don’t kill it, save the bees 2017
Listen to your fav song
Listen to new music idk find something new
Listen to classical music
Take a nap
Put on sunscreen
Ride a bike
Try skateboarding (it hard but go for it)
Put on a helmet and safety pads please
Look both ways before crossing the road
DONT TEXT AND DRIVE
Doodle something
Paint on your wall
Express yourself
Play with a kid
Smile at a baby
Look for lizards while outside
Appreciate nature
DRINK WATER. IT’S IMPORTANT
Use a face mask
Put on lotion
Buy a nice smelling body wash
GET THAT WATERMELON KID SHAMPOO THAT SMELLS REALLY GOOD (NICE)
Eat sushi
Look at the stars
Fly a kite
Get a glowstick
Blow a balloon
Sit down
Take a break
Breathe.
Use your glasses instead of contacts today (or vice versa)
Put your hair down
Or put your hair up
Do your makeup if that’s your thing
Put on that fuckin highlighter and be a glazed donut for a day.
Don’t put other people down
Stand up for yourself
Stand up for others
Find an old song that gives you good memories
Sing
Be nice to a kid (don’t be THAT person)
Try to be understanding
Be openminded
And most of: APPRECIATE YOURSELF. You are here. Right now. No matter what, that is an accomplishment. If you’re havin a bad day, message me. Even if you’re having a good day, message me. Tell me about it. I am here for all of you guys.

Chapter 2: Trusting a Trumpet

Lucy jumped at the sound of his voice, and did a terrible job at hiding it. She snapped her eyes to the smiling face above her. “O-Oh, you’re Natsu, right?”

He reached out a friendly hand to help her stand. “Yep! Surprised you know my name, since I moved here a few weeks ago. I’ve heard your name. Luigi, right?”

“It’s Lucy…And Mr. Dreyar calls you out on the field a lot,” she laughed, taking his hand. “You seem to have the ego of your trumpet.”

Natsu put on a show of being taken aback, even putting his hand over his heart as if he’d been fatally wounded. “Me?! You don’t even know me!”

Lucy crossed her arms, and threw him a curious look. “Anyway. You said you wanted to join me? Like, for dinner? Don’t you have your other ‘brass buddies’ to hang out with?” She formed her fingers into air quotes when mentioning his friends.

“Guess they couldn’t wait to get to Taco Bell or some shit. You’re the last one here so, I guess your’e my backup plan for dinner.” Lucy gave him the evil eye when he decided to flair up his dull statement with finger guns.

“How flattering. But I’m afraid I usually eat alone, and that’s the way I like it.” She picked up her bag and started for the exit of the guard room. Natsu quickly stepped in front of her, an idea singing across his face.

He noticed her bag, covered in keychains, some of them being little kittens. “If you eat dinner with me just this once, I will let you meet my cat!”

Lucy’s face brightened, but soon returned to a look of frustration. “Jeez, how desperate are you?” The words came out slightly harsher than she intended, and she silently reprimanded herself.

Surprisingly, the boy was not hurt at all by the question. “I don’t like eating alone! I do it too often, anyway. That’s why I like being in band. Gives me people to eat with.” His cafard words did not match his bright tone.

Lucy pondered for a small moment. I do like cats. And I kind of feel bad for him. There’s no reason not to, anyway. She lightly slapped his shoulder and called,“Alright, let’s go! I’m expecting kitty love after this.”

Natsu followed her, his eyes and mind still trying to size her up. “Where are we going?” He expected some kind of cafe or fast food restaurant, especially after a long day. He could have definitely gone for a spicy chicken sandwich.

“Baskin Robbins of course!”

Natsu nearly stopped dead in his tracks. “Ice cream?! After a hot and stressful day in the sun? Are you looking forward to throwing up?”

“I don’t have a weak stomach. I eat there every day after band.” Lucy sometimes forgot that it wasn’t the brightest to eat dairy products before and after camp. But she stopped caring after last year.

“I hope I throw up all over you.” He mocked her moderately aggressive tone from before.

“Point that talkative mouth of yours away from me, or face my wrath,” she threatened him, while continuing her walk through the common area.

“Ha! I could take you in a heartbeat!” Natsu said proudly.

“I’ve spent countless hours over the last six years of my life flinging a giant flag several feet into the air. I wouldn’t be so sure,” she replied with a smug grin, and a slight flex of her upper arm.

The realization from her words struck the fear of god into Natsu’s eyes. He held up his hands in a silent surrender. “Good thing we are walking.”

“Hey! I could have a car!” she retorted at the insinuation.

“We are almost to the parking lot and you haven’t gotten keys out yet. Don’t take it so hard! I hate riding in cars anyway.” He sighed, and started messing with his phone as a distraction.

“If it makes you feel better, I hate cars, too.” Lucy looked down where they walked, studying the hot asphalt changing from grey to black. Natsu looked in her direction for a moment before darting his eyes away.

Neither of them questioned each other, and they decided to walk in silence, leaving only the roar of the hated cars as they whizzed by.

Lucy found it difficult to keep from laughing at Natsu. He was obviously one of those people who couldn’t help but gulp their ice cream, with no concern about the mess it may leave. She felt the need to wipe away the ice cream in his fluffy hair, but restrained herself.

“I can’t believe they don’t have jalapeños on hand here,” he said in a grieving tone.

“I can’t believe we didn’t have to call 911 after you ate vanilla ice cream topped with twelve squirts of fire sauce,” Lucy was surprised they even had sauce that spicy. She was sure that she would die if she ever tasted it. Her tongue tightened in her mouth at the mere thought of it. The confectioner definitely agreed with her, after their shared look of mental pain.

“Obviously the cream negates most of the sauce, Lucy. It’s basic science,” he swigged the cup of complementary water.

“Your brain is basic science,” she responded while chewing on the last part of her sweet waffle cone. The sugary taste started to turn bitter as she processed more of her surroundings. She nervously checked the time on her phone and panicked. “I gotta go! My dad has been waiting for me for ten minutes.”

“Wait! Are we friends now?” he called after the disappearing blonde, undisguised curiosity in his voice.

Summary: Set after Empire of Storms, Elide Lochan and Lorcan Salvaterre are traveling with Rowan and Gavriel in search of Queen Aelin. Will Elide ever be able to forgive Lorcan for betraying her and her Queen? Where will they go next?

For the next few and precious days left of training,
Lorcan spent much of his time sketching diagrams, plans, and ideas in the dirt,
often picking Elide’s brain for random details about Morath’s layout. It was
day seven of their mission, the first week nearly over.

Currently, he was crouched in the dirt holding a
sharpened stick, in front of the cave he and Elide had made their temporary
home. A map lay unfurled in front of him, the corners of the yellowing
parchment held by rocks to keep the map from being carried away by the wind.

An “X” on the map marked their current
location; they were currently situated in the expansive plains of Fenharrow,
right on the border of Adarlan. In order to reach Morath, first they needed to
safely bypass the soldiers guarding Adarlan’s border. Then, on horseback they
would make their way west towards Morath’s fortress. Lorcan estimated it would
take them about three days of hard riding to reach the Acanthus River.

Once they crossed the river into the dense cover of
Oakwald Forest, it would take another two days or so to pick their way through the
forest and reach the outskirts of the castle… And they would be defending
themselves from any manner of creature that might reside in the forest. Lorcan
and Elide’s greatest difficulty would likely be stealth and deception as they
navigated through the towering oaks.

Once they neared the castle, they would have to locate
a vantage point to perform reconnaissance. From there, once he knew what they
were facing, he’d decide the best course of action. He wondered how their luck
would hold up, but then shook his head grimly and prepared for the worst. Like
usual.

As he lowered his head to peer at the map once again,
he instinctively moved to brush his hair back from his face before remembering
he had cut it short. Well, Elide had also helped, with his instruction, since he
couldn’t cut the hair on the back of his head by himself. His dark hair was
only a few inches long now, much shorter compared to the shoulder-length it had
been before.

Lorcan’s thoughts drifted to that moment, by the stream…

“Do you like my hair long?” Lorcan had asked Elide,
quietly. He was sitting on the grassy streambed, an arm propped up on his bent
knee. Water dripped from his short, spiky hair, having just washed his head in
the bubbling stream. Elide cocked her head at him, a smile dancing on her lips
as she handed him the white towel she was holding.

“Why do you ask?”

“No reason.” Lorcan shrugged. He wasn’t sure why he
asked, really.

She looked at him through her eyelashes thoughtfully. “It’s
your hair. I don’t particularly care what you do with it. And… I think it looks
good either way.”

Lorcan’s Fae ears perked at that.

“So what you’re saying is, I’m so good-looking that it
doesn’t matter what my hair looks like?” Raising a hand to block the sun,
he smirked and squinted up at Elide’s suddenly flustered expression.

Of course, she started to blush. “That- that’s not what I
said. Ugh, I was just trying to be nice!” She made to storm off, but
Lorcan instinctively reached for her hand. Even though she was joking, it made
his chest tighten to see her turn her back on him.

Surprised, Elide turned. He knew she really wasn’t all that mad,
but he still rubbed gentle circles on the back of her hand with his calloused thumb.

“Thank you for your help,” he said, smiling and
inclining his head slightly. Her cheeks continued to heat, but there was
nothing she could do so she lifted her chin.

“I was being honest. Your hair does look good, long or short…
And it might help us blend in better, you know, when we try to lie and bluff
our way across borders and stuff.” She smiled back, stepping over to block
the sunlight from shining on Lorcan’s face. He lowered his hand and blinked a
few times, eyes adjusting. “I think… if you grow it out long again, I’d
like to try braiding it.”

Lorcan raised an eyebrow. “Braid my hair?” Elide
couldn’t help but laugh at the expression on his face.

“Just like, little braids, you know. I’ll show you sometime,
with my own hair.” She smiled at the skeptical look on his face.

Lorcan cocked his head and took a moment to appreciate Elide. The
sunlight illuminated the dark chestnut strands of her hair, and a shadow fell across
her face, her high cheekbones, her delicate lips. Gods, had anyone ever told
her before? That she was beautiful? Elide had been locked up in a tower since
she was a child with no one for company but her nursemaid, and now she was
grown and strong and free…

She was beautiful, from every inch and mile of her pale,
unblemished skin to all her scars from the chains and shackles that held her to
the ground. And she deserved someone to tell her that she was beautiful, every
day.

“You’re beautiful,” Lorcan murmured. Elide’s mouth
opened in surprise, and then clamped shut as she averted her gaze. He tilted
his head to try and get her to look at him.

Lorcan never claimed to be a romantic, and truthfully, he had
never done this before, but he was sure of what he said.

“Oh! I uhh… Tha- thanks, but where did that come from?”
Elide shuffled her feet and nervously looped a strand of hair behind her ear. She
raised her eyes to meet his, but then quickly looked away, that rosy tint still
staining her fair cheeks.

Lorcan shrugged. “Because you are. And… I thought you should
hear it.” Unused to displaying any sort of affection, he felt somewhat
awkward but he must’ve said something right because her deep brown eyes softened
like chocolate melting in the sun.

A swallowtail flying overhead chirruped and called to
its mate, snapping Lorcan out of his reverie; he needed to focus. Frowning, he
stared at the map again, as if it could tell him something he didn’t already
know. Lorcan didn’t like their odds, but the queen’s court couldn’t risk Duke
Perrington and Vernon getting any stronger. He had to hope their element of
surprise would hold out for long enough.

The lines on his tan forehead creased as he
contemplated their situation. Lorcan recalled his conversation with Rowan – had
it been just last week? – he and Rowan had both known that this mission would
take longer than ten days, the initial amount of time Lorcan proposed. Rowan
had doubted that they could pull it off, but he’d still allowed them two weeks.
He knew that if anyone could pull it off, it would be Lorcan.

Two weeks gave Elide and Lorcan time to train, and enough
time to travel safely – as safely as anyone could – into Morath.

Prompt: @wayward-mirage:
Ask and you shall receive! Lucifer x
reader. And let’s go with public smut if
you are comfortable writing it. If not,
then how about watching fireworks together. *** I decided to go with the public smut ^^

Summary: Lucifer
decides he wants to help you out on a case, but when he sees you in your FBI
attire, that tight skirt…he can’t help but get a little frisky.

There were a lot of benefits to being a
hunter. You had one hell of a poker
face. It was hard to surprise you. You were able to stay calm in intense and
awkward situations.

The disadvantage of dating and being in love with
an archangel…he proved all of those benefits you thought you had…wrong.

“I’m just curious.
You are always hunting, I want to see what it is like.” Lucifer stated as he sat at the small table
in your motel room.

He had stopped by last night and the two of you
spent the night in, enjoying each other’s company. Both of you had been pretty busy lately, so it
was nice to have some time together. And
Lucifer decided it would be great to prolong that time, and accompany you on a
hunt.

“Alright, you can come. But you follow my lead, we do it the human
way, and no killing anyone.” You said
quickly as you zipped up your duffle.

Lucifer remained silent for a moment before
agreeing to your terms. You began
discussing the case with him, giving him all the details and giving your ideas
of what the monster of the week could be.

And before too long, you were sitting in your car
in front of the police station.

“I approve of that skirt.” He spoke seductively as he looked you over.

You’re tying a naked Eisuke to your bed, much to his surprise. “Babe, what- what are you doing?” He asks. "Shut up, Eisuke, you know exactly what I’m doing.” You smirk down at him, as his confused expression turns to a lusty one. "You know what I want to do to you? I’m gonna drive you insane, I’m gonna tease you until you can’t take it anymore, I’m gonna rub myself against you, I’m gonna take your dick into my mouth, then I’m gonna ride you, hard…” You start some dirty talking, as you rub yourself really slowly against him, making his breath uneven. You can see him swallowing hard as you keep talking dirty to him, also feeling his erection growing harder and harder under your already wet core. “You’ll moan and groan and growl in desire and frustration and you’ll beg to touch me, you’ll beg me to unleash yourself, you’ll lose… your… mind.” You whisper against his ear, nipping at him, then starting to trail kisses all over his body. You finally reach his dick, grabbing it in your hands and pumping it painfully slow. You kiss its tip, licking and pressing sloppy hot kisses on his length. You tease him a bit more and he’s already a groaning mess. You take his dick in your mouth and the fact that he can’t touch you or himself, it’s driving him insane. "You like it this way, baby?” You moan against his dick. "Hmm, yeah…” He moans, not being able to form words or even think straight. “Let me touch you, please.” He begs. "Uh oh, what did I tell you? I told you you’d be begging to touch me.” You smirk teasingly, faking a pout as you spoke. “Don’t be a bad boy.” What you didn’t know was that he was managing to loosen up the ties on his hands and that you didn’t tie the ties very well you put on his feet. You positioned yourself on top of him, taking him inside of you. That felt so good, you felt so filled up. You start riding him, bouncing your ass up and down, in circles, whatever you felt like doing. You’re the moaning mess right now, and Eisuke is in a complete haze. He fucking growled just now and seeing him that undone, that wild and frustrated..it was driving you crazy, it’s turning you on so much. Suddenly, you hear a thud, followed by another, and you’re on your back in a heartbeat. Done with all the teasing, he manages to unleash his hands, rolling your bodies, pressing you down with a hand as he unleashes his feet with the other. "Eisuke, what-” You ask shocked, but he cuts you off. "Now, what were you saying you’d do to me?” He smirks down at you. "You listen to me right now…I’m gonna hold your hands over your head…” He says as he is holding your hands as he said. “And I’m gonna fuck you hard, so hard, you’re gonna scream my name so loudly, the whole building will know how good I’m fucking you. And you’ll beg me to touch you, you’ll beg to touch me, to let you run your hands up and down my back, to let you grab my ass, just like I know you love doing and I’m not gonna let you.” You can’t help but moan just by listening to his voice and feeling his dick’s tip pressing against your core. He doesn’t waste any time in getting inside you and make you moan mercilessly under him, as he pounds into you harder and deeply, hitting you in all the right spots. With your hands still tightly in his grip, he leans down and takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping it, driving you insane. You let out a huge moan and shout his name, and he fucking growls again. You can’t handle it when he growls, it sends heat right to your core. He keeps thrusting into you mercilessly. Damn, he did say he’d give it to you hard and he is. "Eisuke..fuck. Please… please let me touch you.” You beg, your hands aching to touch him, to feel him, rub his body, grab his ass. His thrusts become sloppy but still deeply and he’s having trouble in controlling himself already so he lets your hands go. Finally..the release you wanted as you feel his sweaty toned back and ass under your hands. "Babe, I’m gonna cum.” You moan, as you feel the pressure in your belly. "Cum for me, _____….Cum for me.” He pleads, as he starts feeling your walls clenching around his dick. After a few more thrusts, you’re both a moaning mess, your bodies shuddering and quivering against each other. With his face hidden in your neck as he tries to regain composure, he lets out a chuckle. "What?” You ask, confused. "Damn, what came over you today?” He asks, pulling back to look at you. "I wanted you… under my control.” You smirk, as he leans down and presses a kiss to your lips. "Well, feel free to do it anytime. Just know, you’ll end up under my control.”